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You are everything I reserved myself to hate
Constant vacuuming while I try to masturbate
Only happy when I'm being what I am not
You're like a social cold I'll wipe away the snot
I'll say something I don't mean it
I'll wash something I can't clean it
The bacteria consumes it
I'll restrain myself won't use it
I have nothing but elation
Chew away at my atrium
I've made the right decision
So I'll begin my incision
I'm just as subtle as the knife in my wife's back
It's not the cooking just the way she answers back
I need my aspirin to cure my seizured head
Or close the curtains and pretend I've gone to bed